That night Richard was provided with a bed, but he found himself unable to sleep on it. About the middle of the night--or so it seemed to him--there was a rap on his door. ‘Mr. Redgrave.’ The voice was Juana’s. ‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘Anything the matter?’ ‘Can you come and speak to Mr. Nolan? He wants to speak to you, and nothing else will satisfy him.’ Richard rose and dressed, and came out on the landing, where a lamp was burning. Juana, fully dressed, her eyes ringed with fatigue, stood waiting for him. She beckoned him down the side-passage, and he entered the room occupied by the sick man. ‘Shut the door,’ the sick man commanded in a febrile voice. As though it had been previously arranged between them, Juana kept out of the room. Richard and the detective were alone together. ‘You’re looking better,’ Richard said. ‘Don’t talk so loud,’ said Nolan. ‘That old scoundrel sleeps next door. Yes, I’m better,’ he went on rather wearily, shifting the position of a pillow, ‘thanks to nursing. I wish to say something to you. You know a good deal about my business up here. You’ve been on the same business yourself. Well, look here: if any questions are asked, I don’t want you to know anything about what I’ve done or what I’ve found out.’ ‘Whatever do you mean?’ Richard asked. ‘Oh dear!’ the other said pettishly; ‘can’t you understand? I mean down at Scotland Yard. If any of ‘em should come to you, you know, say nothing. Fact is, I’m going to let the old man off, if I can--I’m bound to let him off. It’s all got to be hushed up, if Mr. Nolan, Esquire, can manage it.’ ‘Why?’ asked Richard calmly. ‘Why did you chuck the job up?’ returned Nolan. ‘Can’t I follow your example?’ ‘Do you mean that you--er--Miss Juana?’ ‘Precisely,’ said Nolan. ‘I met her down at Limerick months ago--long before the death of old Featherstone--when I was engaged on inquiries about old Craig’s antecedents, to try if I couldn’t throw any light on the matter of his treasure of new silver, which has interested the police for a year past. I met her. I hadn’t the least notion that she was his daughter. I was afraid that I should never see her again. And then, when I woke up in the cursed little room here and found her bending over me--by Heaven, it was too much! For the time, I do believe, it made me worse. She has told me a lot to-day. I haven’t been delirious since early this morning. Oh yes, Redgrave, I’ve got to chuck it. I wouldn’t harm that woman, or anything that belonged to her--not to be Chief of Police in Paris! You and I must put our heads together and concoct a tale that will satisfy the people in London.’ The door opened, and Juana entered with a firm step. ‘Time’s up,’ she said, looking at the man in bed. ‘I gave you five minutes, and you’ve had ten. Good-night, Mr. Redgrave--and thanks.’ Here indeed was spirited nursing.